Polly was 2 weeks old today, and celebrated by puking a couple of times and then having what I think might be her longest nap yet.
She slept in my arms right through Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and then some. If sitting down and watching TV is what keeps her asleep, then I can live with that.
Another milestone today, I cooked runny poached eggs for the first time since moving in to our new house (since Emma has been pregnant pretty much the whole time, runny eggs have been off the menu).
Also, Drivey turned 10. As in years. Woulda been nice to have some great update about it, but, time passes, life happens.
It took us a few days to decide on her name, largely because we’ve been trying to get a sense of her personality. It turns out she has the personality of a 5 day old baby, and we like the idea of boundless optimism.
Name: Polly Anna Shumack
Born: 6:55AM, Sunday 9th March, 2014
Birthweight: 4.15 kg (9.16 lb)
She is doing well, and pooing very well, like she is basically a poo-making machine. When not pooing, eating or crying (+ occasional spews) she sleeps adorably or stares at vertical shapes.
She has my hair color, Emma’s chin and ears, and dark dark blue eyes which I think is just a baby thing. She has super strong arms that she is already using to haul herself around and is very good at squirming free of a wrap (she is not fond of the current swaddling trend). Her hearing seems fine, and if she’s lucky the myopia and hyperopia of her parents will cancel each other out and leave her with 20/20 vision.
She’s lost about 130 grams since birth, which is actually a lot less than expected (more like 400 grams expected), and this is likely because she is feeding well (generous poos corroborate this theory).
Bubs is home, and no longer ‘chubs’, since she’s lost some of the original swelling/puffiness that made her look a bit too much like grumpy Churchill. The following photos are taken a day apart and you can see her cute-ification in progress.
We are all pretty low on sleep right now but it feels a bit less strange every day.
She seems to be less shriek-y today, which is nice.
AKA Chubs MacGee, Bubs, Moly Baby
She is pretty hefty, at 4.15 kg (9.16 lb)
… and counting.
Trying to decide the best way to spend one’s last child-free weekends is tough. There is so much to do around the house that I still haven’t got to, so many half-baked plans. Instead I just slept most of this weekend away; I find myself preternaturally tired– perhaps sleep-banking…?
A bit harder to get a decent image now that she’s getting rather cramped in there. She looks fairly content though.
- a comment posted on a dear friend’s Facebook update about starting chemotherapy for cancer
This NYE I won’t be climbing on the roof to watch fireworks, as there aren’t really any to speak of in my area. So I climbed up a day early to investigate the cause of a small leak in our ceiling. Turns out it’s yet another example of bodgy work left by previous owners and/or tradesmen.
I’m considering removing the solar heating anyway as I’ve not switched on the pump for it in months, the hosing is obviously catching leaves and detritus, and the pool is quite swimmable anyway on a warm day (I noticed no difference switching off the heating).
I’m much keener of the idea of rigging it so that the waste heat from the A/C goes towards heating the pool instead. This is such a stupendously obvious idea that I’m surprised it was so hard to find any decent example of it being offered for home use, and even now I’ve so far only found one company that does it: Hotspot Energy. It may be a little complicated with piping and such, but could it be any worse than nailing hundreds of meters of black rubber tubing to your roof? Not only that but a heat exchange between house and pool stands to vastly reduce the energy consumption that goes into cooling, even if you don’t give a crap what temperature your pool is.
I buy Coles UHT milk all the time, because it keeps on the shelf and is cheaper to buy than pre-chilled milk. But I don’t see why that means that this has to happen every damn time I try to open it.
I sympathize hugely with Kate Smurthwaite here as she tries to respond patiently to the perennial assertion that to be an atheist is to have faith in the non-existence of God.
The amusing/depressing arrogance of this assertion is that it usually comes from a person who believes in exactly one god, specifically the god of the religion into which they were born.
It does not occur to the well-meaning but supremely patronizing nun to accuse Kate of faith in the non-existence of Krishna, Buddha, Xenu, Zeus etc, because of course those gods aren’t real!
Why is it so hard for the religious to understand that it requires no more faith to not believe in a god than it does to not believe in Santa Claus, or Russell’s teapot?
Perhaps the nun finds her faith comforting and even useful. Perhaps it gives her order a common sense of purpose, enabling them to more effectively help the needy. Even if this is the case, that doesn’t make the belief true any more than a person’s superstitious need to avoid stepping on a crack does anything to protect their mother’s spine.
If it gets you through the day, and helps you sleep at night, believe what you want– but it’s such bullshit to argue that because the existence of God can neither be proved nor disproved then somehow an equivalence can be drawn between belief and non-belief.
TL;DR: If atheism is a religion then not collecting stamps is a hobby.*
* This analogy has been around longer than I have, but it works just fine. What I don’t understand is why people can’t just say “oh I get it!” and go about their faith-ly ways, instead of holding fast to the ‘just another religion’ critique for no palpable gain (except to irritate the ungodly). Don’t be this guy.
We had a new scan today, and all systems are nominal.
Also, awwwwwwwwww she is SO ADORABLE!
(and I may be imagining it but I feel like I am seeing parental resemblances already)